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Looking at the handsome face smiling lewdly, Hee-woon barely swallowed what was in his mouth.
Since there had been no attempts at s*x in the meantime, he had thought that incident that day was merely born out of curiosity.
Perhaps he had even hoped for it.
“Is that so.”
Hee-woon drank water and lowered his eyes.
His quickly glanced-at wristwatch pointed to 6 PM.
“Is the hole all healed?”
“…I don’t know.”
“Should I check?”
“Huh?”
Kang-woo looked at Hee-woon and laughed lightly.
“Don’t act coy. I’m not really into that.”
“Mhm.”
“You’re done eating, right? Let’s go up.”
Watching Seo Kang-woo, who stood up first, Hee-woon’s face turned pale.
The horrific memory of that night came back to him.
It had been intense, as close to death, and frightening.
His legs trembled as he climbed the stairs.
“I’d like to show you my room, but we don’t have much time.”
“Sunbae has to go to his tutoring session.”
Kang-woo said affectionately and pulled Hee-woon’s arm.
Hee-woon, who stepped into the bedroom and found himself in Kang-woo’s embrace, widened his eyes.
“…Um.”
“Kang-woo-ya.”
“Ah, Kang-woo-ya.”
When he called him by the corrected title, Seo Kang-woo asked softly, ‘Yes?’
“Can’t we do it after washing? I sweated a lot earlier…”
“Sweat? It’s fine with me.”
Kang-woo, pulling Hee-woon’s waist closer, buried his face in his neck and inhaled.
Does he smell a bit sweaty?
He muttered softly.
The bridge of his nose touching below his ear made him shiver.
“I think I should wash.”
Hee-woon mustered the courage to spit out the words.
Kang-woo, who had straightened his bent waist, looked down at his nervous face and then chuckled.
And answered breezily.
“Okay. You can wash in there. I’ll wash downstairs and come up.”
“Okay.”
Hee-woon entered the bathroom inside the room as Kang-woo gestured.
As soon as the door closed, a sigh burst out.
He had temporarily avoided the crisis.
Hee-woon looked at his wristwatch again.
6:03 PM.
Perhaps Seo Kang-woo intended to let him go by 8 PM.
Let’s try to wash for as long as possible.
He slowly took off his clothes and brushed his teeth twice.
Then he shampooed twice and washed his body twice.
He spent more time examining the products all written in English, so he thought quite a bit of time had passed.
He came out of the shower stall, roughly dried himself, and picked up the wristwatch placed on the completely dry sink.
6:35 PM.
Something seemed wrong.
He thought at least an hour would have passed.
Hee-woon hung the towel on the towel rack and went back into the shower stall to wash his body again.
But if he took too long, he didn’t know what Seo Kang-woo would do, so it seemed better to go out around 7 PM.
Hee-woon stared at the watch showing five minutes left until 7 and bit his lip.
His frightened self was reflected in the mirror.
His cheeks now had a greenish tint.
But the bruises on his arms and legs from tumbling with the chair a few days ago were still purple, and the bruises from before had faded a bit.
Instead, they had spread widely, making his whole body blotchy.
Was I this thin?
Just as Hee-woon was staring blankly at the mirror and about to open the shower stall door again.
“How many times are you going to wash?”
The voice from behind was more terrifying than anything else.
Hee-woon barely swallowed a scream and turned around.
Seo Kang-woo, standing there having opened the bathroom door he was sure he had locked, had an expressionless face.
He was dressed comfortably in a navy silk robe, yet it couldn’t have looked more threatening.
“T-to wash cleanly.”
After blurting it out, Hee-woon predicted it.
He’s going to hit me.
And when his head was painfully grabbed and twisted a moment later, he squeezed his eyes shut.
But Seo Kang-woo pressed his lips against his nape.
Taking a deep breath like before, he raised his head.
A soft touch was felt on Hee-woon’s bare back.
It was the robe Seo Kang-woo was wearing.
Hee-woon stared fearfully at the beautiful face reflected in the mirror.
In the mirror, Kang-woo, who met Hee-woon’s eyes, smiled oddly, loosened his grip, and began fiddling with his hair.
Since he had only roughly towel-dried it, water droplets clung to the ends of his hair.
Grabbing a bit of hair and squeezing, the moisture flowed down into his palm.
Kang-woo’s gaze followed it.
As the droplet passed his wrist and went under the robe, he raised his head.
Embracing Hee-woon’s waist, Kang-woo slowly opened his mouth.
“Hearing the sound of you washing was a bit, strange.”
“…….”
Hee-woon looked at the arm wrapped around his waist.
The arm revealed under the robe had tendons bulging.
Even though it wasn’t holding him with immense force, he felt he couldn’t move a muscle.
Perhaps it was because the body touching his back was so solid.
A bruised body in a large, solid embrace.
Hee-woon thought his state was like a mouse caught in a trap.
“It really feels like it’s your first time having s*x.”
Seo Kang-woo, who spoke as if whispering, chuckled and rested his forehead on Hee-woon’s shoulder.
The small laughter dug into his ear.
Not knowing what was so funny, Hee-woon just bit his lip.
Kang-woo, who had been rubbing his cheek against his shoulder, spoke quietly.
“Do you usually bruise easily?”
“…Yes.”
“Let’s go.”
He went out of the bathroom holding Hee-woon from behind.
It felt like being trapped, unable to move.
Whenever the languid breath touched his ear or the top of his head, Hee-woon grew more tense.
Each time Kang-woo’s already hardened cock touched his bare buttocks, he was startled and his steps quickened.
“Ah. Ah, that’s it. Are you doing that on purpose to turn me on?”
Kang-woo, standing in front of the bed, pulled Hee-woon’s waist hard.
His buttocks pressed tightly against Kang-woo’s front with no gap.
Hee-woon was stark naked without a scrap of cloth, and Kang-woo also wore only a thin robe.
It was enough to feel the heat and hardness.
As the erect cock rubbed slidingly against his butt crack, goosebumps rose on his cheeks and the back of his neck.
Kang-woo, exhaling a languid breath, lowered his head and licked Hee-woon’s cheek.
The warm, firm tongue licked from his cheek, past below his ear, to the back of his neck.
Hee-woon shrunk his neck and looked at the clock on the wall.
It was now past 7 PM.
Maybe he could leave without having s*x.
“Aak—!”
Seo Kang-woo suddenly bit the back of his neck hard.
Kang-woo, firmly holding Hee-woon’s body, which flailed and screamed, chewed the bitten part a little more.
“Why do you keep looking at the clock so disappointingly.”
“Huu….”
The feeling of sharp canine teeth pressing against his skin was scary.
It felt like he would draw blood.
“It seems like you want to finish quickly, so fine.”
“Get on your stomach.”
Seo Kang-woo pushed Hee-woon onto the bed and said curtly.
Hee-woon trembled, placed his hands on the bed, and got on his stomach.
It was clean white sheets, but he kept seeing the mattress with the brown stain superimposed on it.
“You need to lower more.”
Kang-woo said, grabbing and pressing the back of Hee-woon’s neck.
The bruises on his buttocks and thighs had faded considerably.
Even when he grabbed the plump buttock with one hand and kneaded it strongly, Hee-woon only tensed his waist and didn’t let out a moan.
Kang-woo looked down sideways at Hee-woon trembling on his stomach.
“Spread your buttocks.”
When Hee-woon flinched his shoulders and hesitated, he didn’t wait and slapped his buttocks.
As a suppressed groan, ‘Ugh,’ was heard, the corner of Kang-woo’s mouth lifted slightly.
“We don’t have time. Quickly.”
A large hand slapped his thigh hard.
Hee-woon squeezed his eyes shut, reached his hands back, and spread both buttocks.
“More.”
At the quiet command, strength entered the hands gripping his buttocks.
With his face buried in the sheet, Hee-woon gasped for breath.
Kang-woo, standing by the bed, bent over and peered between Hee-woon’s buttocks.
“It looks fine.”
“I could probably just shove it right in.”
He said indifferently and tickled the fingers of Hee-woon’s hands holding his buttocks apart.
The slow stroking on the inside of his fingers felt exactly like a bug crawling.
Seo Kang-woo, who had been moving as if about to touch but not, now pressed firmly on the buttock flesh protruding between his fingers.
When he rubbed the tightly closed hole with his thumb, the hole twitched as if reacting.
“Hh….”
At the moan that escaped, unable to withstand the fear, Kang-woo’s eyes flashed.
He looked around, brought lotion, and dripped it onto his butt crack.
“Ah!”
Startled by the cold sensation, Hee-woon’s hands slipped.
“Spread it properly.”
Smack.
As Kang-woo slapped his thigh sharply, his white hands trembled as he grabbed and spread his buttocks again.
The white lotion flowing over the hole and the bruised buttocks, Woo Hee-woon trembling.
Rolling his tongue in his dry mouth, Kang-woo pushed his middle finger into the hole that seemed to be dripping semen.
As the thick finger knuckle entered, Hee-woon took a deep breath.
He tried his hardest to relax.
That’s what he learned that night.
The finger, which had gone in and out of the inner wall a few times, withdrew, and cold liquid dripped down again.
Hee-woon trembled violently.
A slightly lowered voice was heard.
“Hold on.”
“And don’t whine that it hurts again.”
“…Mhm….”
If he was going to accept the cock anyway, he didn’t want it to hurt.
As Hee-woon nodded, Kang-woo’s lips moved slightly.
He pressed his lips to Hee-woon’s white back, then buried his nose around his waist and inhaled.
Thud, a lump of flesh was caught in Kang-woo’s hand as he hugged his stiffened waist and rubbed his nose.
It was Woo Hee-woon’s cock.
Kang-woo, who glanced at it, withdrew his hand and raised his head.
He could see the buttocks dripping white lotion in a stream between the hole.
Kang-woo suddenly became curious about Hee-woon’s face.
“Turn your head and look.”
“You can let go of your buttocks now.”
At the words added pretending affection, Hee-woon placed his hands on the bed and turned his head.
His small face was all scrunched up, flushed red.
It was like a cherry or a cherry tomato.
Small, red, and round.
As if out of habit, Kang-woo licked his own lips and placed one hand next to Hee-woon’s hand.
Kang-woo’s chest and Hee-woon’s back touched, and their lips overlapped.
“Uuuh….”
As his lower lip was bitten hard, Hee-woon let out a moan.
Not missing that gap, the tongue that abruptly plunged in roughly stirred his mouth.
It licked as if pressing down on his palate and entwined his tongue.
Kang-woo, who poked under his tongue and swallowed the welling saliva, exhaled a satisfied sigh.
“Stick out your tongue.”
The low, thick voice was full of lust.